A Lifetime……… Today Best storie

For fifty years, a woman lived alone on the eighth floor of my building. She was a solitary figure, rarely smiling

and her presence was often met with avoidance from the neighbors, who feared her unpredictable temperament. Last month, she passed away, and the police came to my door, asking me to accompany them to her apartment.

As I stepped inside, an unsettling chill ran down my spine. The walls were adorned with countless photographs of my life—images of me taken from her balcony, capturing moments from my childhood to the present day. It was both eerie and bewildering to see my life laid out in such a personal way.

I realized that this woman had lived in isolation, with no one to share her life with, and somehow, I had become a part of her world. Over the years, she had taken to photographing me, perhaps as a way to feel connected to someone, even if from a distance.

What left me even more astonished was the revelation that she had bequeathed her apartment to me, along with the extensive collection of photographs. It was a strange inheritance, one that forced me to confront the complexities of her life and my own. In her solitude, she had found a way to document my existence, and in her passing, she left behind a legacy that intertwined our lives in an unexpected and profound manner.